TPR stayed at the venue to perform his Fringe act, but I was too tired and very chilly. All I was wearing was my black wrap dress and absolutely nothing else – not even underwear. I needed cash for a taxi but it was real struggle to find a machine on Princes Street without a queue. Then I faced the problem of not being able to find my cards, inserting the wrong card, dropping my purse on the ground etc. I was eventually rescued by a very good-looking Hewlett Packard hardware engineer from Chicago who barred others from taking my place.